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♪ Whoa-whoa whoa ♪

Ah. I got it, I got it,
I got it, I got it.

I-I-I...

Joey Emerson,
I just came over here

to tell you that you're a pig.

- Nobody stands me up.
- See--

I don't even wanna ask
where you were last night

'cause I know you're just
gonna make something up.

I'm hurt
you would even think that.

See, there was
an emergency, see.

My dad, my dear sweet daddy

he... he fell down the stairs.

Poor man was screaming in pain

as I carried him
six blocks to the hospital.

So, I-I guess the excitement,
w-w-with the operation and all

I guess... I'm sorry, I must have
forgotten about our little date.

'I forgot my ball.'

I'll see you after
the bowling tournament.

Bye, son.

That man is your dad?

The man who had
to be carried to the hospital?

The man who is on his way
to a bowling tournament?

And you made it all possible.

Oh, Joey, I'm so sorry.

♪ Them that's got shall have ♪

♪ Them that's not shall lose ♪

♪ So the Bible says ♪

♪ And it still is news ♪

♪ Mama may have ♪

♪ Papa may have ♪

♪ But God bless the child ♪

♪ That's got his own ♪

♪ That's got his own ♪ Them that's got shall get ♪

♪ Them that's not shall lose ♪

♪ Them that's got shall get ♪

♪ Them that's not shall lose ♪

♪ Whoa-whoa whoa ♪

How would you like it if
I threw your stuff out?

Hey, pop, Joey,
what's going on here?

No, it seems while I was out
this afternoon, Joey took it

upon himself
to clean up our apartment.

Pop, I need some more room,
I threw out

some stuff you had in there.

- It was old.
- Hey, I'm old, am I next?

Pop, it's just
a bunch of old train schedules.

I mean, what good are they?

These schedules... tell me
where I've been in my life.

Here, look at this one.

"October, 27th, 1948.

"New York to Chicago
on a Century Limited."

Now, I was a porter
on that train

when President Harry S. Truman
was campaigning for his

re-election, he shook my hand
and asked me for my opinion.

- No kidding, pop.
- Mm-hmm.

The president
asked you for you opinion?

- Mm-hmm.
- About what?

About how long it would
take me to shine his shoes.

This situation reminds me of
something we always see at work.

One mans trash
is another man's treasure.

Uh-huh.

Roc, I realize that philosophy
furnished his house.

But... me and daddy
got a real problem here.

I mean, he's crowding me
out of our room.

Oh, hey, come on, Joey,
you and I

shouldn't be arguing
about this.

- Yeah.
- This is all Roc's fault.

- My fault?
- That's right.

If you had a house
with more rooms

we wouldn't all be
climbing over each other.

Oh, it's not the number
of rooms that's the problem.

It' the number of relatives
sponging in them.

Besides, you know I'm saving up
for a bigger house someday.

Semi-detached.

Yeah, yeah, we know.

And when you get it,
don't forget to

scotch tape a picture
of it on my tombstone.

'You know,
it just so happens, Roc'

'I might be able
to help you out.'

- Yeah, with what, Joey?
- Look at this.

I picked this uptown
at the court house today.

What were you doing
at the courthouse?

- I was taking care of a suit.
- 'What suit?'

Nice, double breasted number.

You see, this guy was selling it
out the back of his van.

Oh, Roc, you gotta go
down there, man.

He... he carries portliest.

- Joey, if I'm not--
- Okay, anyway, anyway, anyway.

See. This is a list of houses
that's being auctioned off

because their owners
defaulted on their loans.

Yes, so?

This might be a chance for you
to get a jump on that

dream house you always bumpin'
your gums about.

See, when a bank
forecloses on a house.

- They don't want the house.
- They don't?

No. They just want the money
that's owed to them.

So when they put that house
on auction you might get it

for a $30,000 bid even though
it's worth a whole lot more.

Well, I don't have anywhere
near $30,000.

Roc, there are ways to do this.

Yeah, and I bet you know how.

Of course, I do.

Gosh, you probably
wanna get a bank loan.

You know that's not
such a bad idea, either.

Wait, you think
I can get a bank loan?

I think you and Eleanor
together could.

I mean, after all
you both got steady jobs.

Well, I don't know,
guess I could

talk it over
with Eleanor later.

- There you go.
- Yeah, you oughta do that, son.

In the mean time,
you don't mind if I store this

in your bedroom closet, do you?

Just until we move
into our new house.

- Sure, pop.
- Hmm.

Man, what a weird cat living
here surrounded by old junk.

Hey, come on, he said they were
memories from his past.

I was talking about you, Roc.

Now, I like this house better
than all the others we've seen.

- Hmm.
- This ones gotta roof.

Yeah, buddy, I can make
myself real comfortable here.

I really like this place.

Well then, by all means,
let's buy it.

Thank you, Roc.

I was being sarcastic, Joey.

Please don't toy
with my emotions like that.

Roc, I really love this house.

Yeah, it's real nice.

I know we can't buy any
new furniture right away.

But, you know I think we can
move our stuff around in here0

and make it look good.

Yeah, if we keep
moving fast enough.

Yeah, well,
don't you worry, Eleanor.

I'll find us lots
of new furniture on my route.

You know,
I was thinking art deco.

Well, until
the new stuff arrives

I think that our couch
will look good over here.

And the TV will look good,
right-right here.

- And the piano--
- Whoa, boy!

That's starting to sound like
a lotta heavy lifting.

Um, come on, daddy, let's take
another look at my bedroom

and work out a color scheme.
Uh...

What do you think?
A room in shades or shutters?

In your case, son... shades.

Roc, you're not saying you like
this house, because you can see

how much I like this house,
are you?

Of course, not. I wouldn't lie
to you, you're my wife.

Heck, you're more than that.

You're my co-signer.

Don't you forget it.

Eleanor, I think the four of us
will do just fine here.

Just the four of us?

I was thinking it might be
nice to hear the pitter-patter

of a little feet
around the house.

- No, I hate cats.
- Oh, Roc.

That's not what
I'm talking about.

Now, where exactly was it
you put that couch, huh?

Yeah, well, excuse us,
we are rearranging furniture.

You don't have to explain,
we're newlyweds too.

Oh, we aren't newlyweds,
we're just hot.

- But, congratulations to you.
- Thank you, thank you.

We're looking
to buy our first home.

We've been staying
with my parents.

Do you know what it's like
living with your family?

Oh, don't get me started,
I've got enough of it out there.

Have you been through the house?

Oh, yes
and wait till you see it.

Hard wood floors,
huge closets and the bathroom--

Sweetheart, take a look at this
molding over here, excuse us.

- Eleanor, cool it.
- What do you mean?

The way you're talking
this house up

every lookie loo
in the city's gonna bid on it.

Every what?

Lookie loo.

I heard Joey use it.

Roc, you're being silly.

Baby, I love this place,
I want it.

Gee, Roc! You think
that could be termite?

- Termites?
- I-I can't be sure.

Until we look at the basement.

I hate to go down there, since
we saw a rat in the kitchen.

Rat?

Well, it probably
started out as a rat.

But by now
it's more like a small dog.

And you know, you should
really see the upstairs.

Just watch out
for the fallen plaster.

Yeah, the whole place
needs a new roof.

But the house looks like
it's in such great condition.

Oh, he, he, he.
Cosmetically it is.

We're talking structurally here.

Come on, baby.

There's a much nicer house
down the street.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Some house, huh?
- House? You mean this dump?

It's got termites, bad plumbing,
the walls need re-enforcement--

Hey lady, take it easy,
I'm not shopping.

Excuse me, you mean
you're not here looking

to make a bid on this house?

Oh, no, up until last month
this was my house.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean those things
I said. I love this house.

Trashing it
was my husbands idea.

To discourage other bidders.

He sounds like a smart man.

I'll bet he has life insurance.

- Yeah, a little, I guess.
- Well, see that he does.

My husband died
without any insurance.

That's how I lost this place.

I fell behind
on the mortgage payments

and the bank to it over.

Hmm.

Poor Milton would be
turning in his grave

if he could see
the mess I'm in now.

Milton was your husband?

Oh, no,
Forest was my husband

Milton was my father
and he told me

I never should
have married Forest.

So, how long
did you live in this house?

30 years, heh.

I can't tell you
what this old place means to me.

Every corner
has a... a special memory.

Over here... is where
we used to put up our tree

each Christmas.

- You see these marks over here?
- Yeah.

Every year on his birthday
we would measure

how tall our son had grown.

He was a tall boy, wasn't he?

Oh yes,
he had a pituitary problem.

All Forest family did.

Oh, what a waste.

What do you mean?

Well, all that height

and not a speck of talent
on the basketball.

Oh, ha, ha, ha.

Sounds like you and Forest

had a very colorful
life in this house.

Oh, yes, we did.

I always thought that I'd spend
the rest of my life here.

But things don't always work out
the way that we want them to.

Yeah, pop, I got some
great ideas for this basement.

Wood paneling, mood lighting

nice black leather sofa.

Oh, forget it, forget it,
Joey, now way I'm gonna let you

turn this basement
into a play pen for bimbos.

Roc, you're saying it
like it's a bad thing.

Well, I think this basement
will make a great rumpus room.

A-a rumpus room?
What are you talking about?

Ah, you can still
bring your bimbos down here.

No, I mean what's a rumpus room?

Ah, you know, a recreation room,
a nice family room

that you can socialize in,
play dominos.

All we need is a few
card tables, some chairs.

A hot tub.

There will be no bimbos, dominos
or hot tubs in my workshop.

- Workshop?
- 'Yeah.'

It's always
been one of my dreams. I wanna...

- I wanna make things down here.
- Yeah, so do I.

Joey, I mean,
I love working with my hands.

Yeah, so do I.

Okay, let's get
something straight here, huh?

When you get
your semi-detached house

and you can have
your rumpus room.

When you get
your semi-detached house

and it'll be a cold day in hell

you can have
your love den.

But for now since
I'm the one footing the bills

I'm the one
who says what it's gonna be

and I say
it's gonna be a workshop.

Alright.

Well, unless you know Eleanor
wants it for laundry wash.

And we were hanging this
wallpaper when our son called

to tell us our first
grandchild was born, a big baby.

Well, I got so excited that
I hung this row upside down

and we just decided
to leave it that way...

...to always remind us of
the joy that we felt that day.

That's so sweet.

Listen to me rattle on,
I...really better be going.

It was just
lovely meeting you, Eleanor.

You too, Mrs. Hope.

'Don't let anybody
touch a light switch.'

'The wiring is so bad you
can light up like an X-Ray.'

- Relax, Roc, nobody's here.
- Oh.

Eleanor, I love this house.

- Oh, so do I.
- Me too.

- I love this house too, Roc.
- Well, then that settles it.

This is the house
I'm gonna bid on.

Way to go, son.

You do and I'll never
speak to you again

as long as I live.

What's her problem?
She's getting a laundry room.

Come on, Eleanor,
can't we even talk about it?

Roc, I told you how I feel.

If we buy that house
we'd be taking advantage

of poor Mrs. Hope's misfortune.

- So what's your point?
- Joey, you're heartless.

Oh, come on, sis, if you don't
buy it somebody else will.

Good thinking, Joey.
Yeah, that's the truth, Eleanor.

Roc, you can't stand there
and tell me that you'd live

in that house knowing that that
poor old woman was forced out.

Well, you know, um, I-I feel
sorta sorry for the old lady.

But, you know,
I-I can live there.

Well, maybe, you know,
maybe thinking...

Eleanor,
I understand how you feel.

I think it's a damn shame
the way the elderly are treated

in this country. You get older,
you get discarded, no one cares.

So, daddy, you agree with me.

Hell no,
I want my rumpus room.

Now, pa has a point, Eleanor,
he's work hard all of his life.

You and I work hard, Joey...

Well, anyway,
we deserve that house.

But I don't want any part of it.

Eleanor, will you stop
and think for a minute.

This house could be the best
thing that ever happened to us.

We may never have another chance
to get something this nice

at a price we can afford.

Now, you know how long we've
dreamed of a house like that.

This isn't a dream anymore,
Eleanor, this could happen.

This is real.

And sweetheart, I know how
sensitive and caring you are.

That's one of the things
I really love about you.

But, you gotta cut me
some slack on this one.

Roc, you feel
that strongly about this?

Yeah, I do, Eleanor, yeah.

Then, Roc, I think you
should bid on that house.

Okay, alright,
we're going there tomorrow.

And I hope you'd be very happy
living there

with your father
and your brother

'cause I'm not living in it.

Roc, you gotta tell her
about that laundry room.

Eleanor, if your still so
against it, why'd you come?

Because I had to see with my own
eyes that you would actually do

something that
I'm so dead set against.

- Hello, Eleanor.
- Mrs. Hope?

I'm surprised to see you here.

Well, I couldn't let
this chapter of my life

close without my being here.

Roc, this is Mrs. Hope.
The lady I told you about.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Hope.
Great house you had.

Thank you.

Well, I'm-m really sorry... how
things worked out for you.

But you, know life goes on.

I know, I just never
expected to leave here

while there were
still breath left in my body.

Uh, well, um... any time
you wanna stop by and visit.

You know to breath,
you're welcome.

And if it means anything.

I want you to know
we'll take special care of it.

- Thank you.
- You know if we get it.

Thank you, and I hope
you do get this house.

- You do?
- Well, goodness yes.

You seem like such a nice family

and I much rather
you get it than him.

- Well, who is he?
- He's a developer.

He only want's this house
so he can tear it down

and build a fluff and foe.

Oh, ho, ho.

Mrs. Hope, you mean
you really be happy

if we bought this house?

Well, of course, my dear.

You and your husband remind me
so much of Forest and me.

Except, you're so much shorter.

Well, you hear that, honey.
Now, what do you say?

Yo, let's kick it, baby.

Everyone will take a seat,
we'll get started.

Hey, Roc, maybe, you oughta
let me do the bidding for you.

Why?

'Cause there's more to this than
calling out dollars, Roc.

- You gotta have a poker face.
- Yeah, well, I can do that.

No, you can't.
That's your problem.

Everything you think
goes right across

that silly face of yours.

See that's exactly
what I'm talking about.

See, I can look at you right now
and tell you wanna hurt me bad.

Listen, son,
what you have to do is start low

and raise the bid
a little at a time.

You never know when
a hundred dollars more

is gonna force
somebody to drop out.

And Roc, remember, we can't
go any higher than 35,000.

Right, right, right, poker face,
start low, little bid, 35,000.

- Is there an opening bid?
- 35,000!

No!

I have an opening bid of 35,000.

Roc, baby,
what were you thinking?

I don't know, I got caught up
in the excitement of the moment.

That was... that's
pretty dumb, huh?

- Thirty six thousand.
- Thirty seven thousand!

We don't have 37,000.

God, I was crazy,
look, it's okay, it's okay.

I'm sure there is
somebody else that'll bid again.

- Thirty eight thousand.
- Thirty nine thousand.

Stop!

- We'll sell the car.
- We ain't got a car.

Forty thousand.

- I-I-I'm sorry, honey.
- I have a bid of 40,000.

Going once. Going twice.

- Forty one thousand!
- Eleanor!

- Joey can get a job.
- Hey!

- Forty two thousand.
- Forty three thousand.

- So can daddy.
- Hey!

Let's just end this.
Fifty thousand dollars.

I...have a bid of $50,000.

- Uh--
- Don't you dare.

If there are no more bids.

Fifty five thousand.

Mrs. Hope, you have 55,000?

No, but why should
everyone else have all the fun?

- Sixty thousand.
- Sixty five.

You don't have the money,
they could sue you.

What are they gonna get?

All I have got left are
extra large children's clothes.

- Seventy thousand.
- Seventy five. This is fun.

- Eighty thousand.
- I think I've had enough fun.

Eighty thousand once.

And twice.

And sold.

Well, I'm sorry
about the house, Mrs. Hope.

Guess, this means
they'll tear it down.

Well, good luck
to you, Mrs. Hope.

Thanks, at least I showed
that sleazebag

I don't sell my memories cheap.

Eighty five thousand.

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